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Soufflé - The Fluffy Dream!

I had a dream the other night. I was floating on a fluffy cloud, looking down at lovely green pastures. There were sheep frolicking and grazing on these rich green fields. Their woolly fur reminding me of the clouds around me. I woke the next morning feeling relaxed and exhilarated. Wonders what a dream like that does!

The whole day went by and I was just so mellow the entire day nothing seemed to rock me. Not even when Soeren came running to me in the supermarket, where we were buying a few things for dinner, and urgently announced he had to go to the loo - BADLY. I asked if he could hold it because there was no place in the supermarket to take him and he said yes. So, when at the cashiers he said "Mum I really need to go now!" I just responded "we are almost done!"

As I saw a small puddle build up around Soeren's feet, I looked at his so very embarrassed and disappointed face. I just smiled, hugged him and whispered that these things happen. Normally, this would have broken me out into a hectic stress, running to the cashier's apologizing and asking for something to clean up the mess. But this time I told the cashier's what had happened and she smiled at Soeren and said she would take care of it.

I learned a lesson that day.

Breaking out into an uncool hectic stress, irritates people around you and causes them to react unfriendly and equally stressed out. By keeping my cool I not only showed Soeren that it was OK when accidents like that happen and the effect rubbed off on the cashier and the people around me. Everyone was kind of sympathetic towards Soeren and me as the mum.

For the record, even in my normal mood I would have never shouted at Soeren for the mishap. For some reason it would have just embarrassed me to react like a clichéd stressed out mum. Now I know better.

Anyway, when I got home I looked into my shopping basket and smiled. In honor of this wonderful dream and the lessons I learned because of it I decided to make a special dinner.

A light and fluffy soufflé - how appropriate. The herbs in my basket represented the green pastures, the goat's cheese - the sheep and the light and fluffiness of the soufflé was my ode to the clouds.Events on WFLH:

In a separate bowl, whisk the egg whites with a pinch of salt until stiff. Using a metal spoon fold the whites into the herb/cheese mixture gently.

Butter four ramekin bowls and sprinkle a bit of the breadcrumbs around the inside. This helps you to take tthe soufflé out of the bowl a more easily.

Place in the oven on the rack second from the bottom. Bake for 20 to 25 minutes.

Serve the soufflé with a tomato salad, drizzled with olive oil and lemon juice and sprinkled with some Italian herb mixture.

Makes 4 soufflés.

Verdict:

At dinner we told Tom what had happened. I told him about my dream and the reason for the soufflés for dinner. We toasted to many more of such dreams and tucked into the soufflé.

The combination of the herbs and the goat's cheese is truly incredible. Mixed together in a light and fluffy soufflé it was what all dreams are made of. Depending on the herbs you use and the sharpness of the cheese you can create a different flavor each time you make it.

Oh your souffle looks lovely! And I really liked your post...sometimes I also feel myself approaching "the edge" :) Yes, it's much better we just take a breath and not sweat the small stuff...then suddenly things don't seem as frenetic :)

That has to be one of the most beautiful things I've read in a while! It is also why I love reading blogs.That goes so well with the song: Some days are diamons...Not only was that day a diamond, you polished it beautifully with a dinner to indelibly impress it in your memories!

When i was a kid, i would hold it till the last minute even when i had to go really bad. Because the rest room was not a part of the house. It was outside, next to a scary big, caterpiller ridden tree. And i was scared of darkness and caterpillers. I think that fear scarred me, because i would hold it even through high school. There were many embarassing moments and everytime i was scolded. I wished for more understanding parents, gentle and kind treatment, but hardly got it. I haven't yet let go of it, at 27. My parents have been really kind to me otherwise, but i still can't forget how i was treated at those times when i needed them most. Trust me, what seems like an insignificant moment takes on a lot of importance with time. Even an ounce of kindness goes a long way in a relationship. Give a lavish birthday party or buy an expensive toy, kids forget them in less than an year. But react kindly like you did with Soeren, and he will remember it forever with gratitude and love. Good job, Meeta.

Your comments on this one really moved me. When writing this post I just sat down and started writing never expecting this reaction. It touches me that you all share such warm sentiments. I thank you all for that.

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Hello, I am Meeta a freelance food photographer, stylist and writer. After living around the globe I have found my home in the culturally rich city of Weimar, Germany. My life is a roller coaster ride and everyday I look forward to a new adventure. I enjoy preparing multi-cultural home cooked meals with fresh organic ingredients. What's for lunch, Honey? is my award winning food blog where I combine my love for food with my love for photography and styling...